My anger

Look, if it's not him posting from both accounts, it's a friend of his posting as Smuel. He works in london during the night, goes back home to wherever (i just looked up his IP and blanked out on the location) and posts as whatever he wants. The only way to stop the asinine trolling is to kill him, and I'm not about to get my hands dirty with troll blood. Ignore them both.

 

Pretty sure it's the use of a proxy server Gross, nothing more complicated than that.

 

While in the hospital I destroyed my insulin pump. For some reason, the device that I could have used to off myself, or injure someone else via the two-foot nylon cord, was not taken from me in the emergency room. Upon discovering that I would not be able to leave the hospital Sunday night last week, my anger rose to a level that it rarely achieves. When I get that angry, I lose conscious control of my actions, and this led to me destroying my insulin pump and banging my head against a wall, which led to the orderlies restraining me and the nurses putting me in four point restraints. Fun.

 

I could imagine.

 

Alright, I'll bite:
What does my destruction of a life sustaining device have to do with Chris Crocker? That's not even a relevant troll. Then again, that could be the point. I give up. No. I refuse to be compared to Britney Spears. The main differences:
Britney can afford to be crazy.
I've never shaved my head.
You won't see my vagina in a tabloid because I have a penis.
I was born in Pennsylvania.
My (imaginary) titties are real. Or, my real titties are imaginary. Whatever the case, use the commutative property.

There are more, but I have a feeling if you're in this thread you're already bored.

 

Call me a bit slow on the topic, but...

*browses through YouTube comments*

*learns that the leave-Britney-alone chick isn't a chick at all*

 

My work is done.

 

It's obvious that he's a he. Effeminate and high-pitched, but definitely male. Hmm, that makes me wonder what fun I could have had if I had convinced you all that I was a woman when I first started posting here. Of course, that probably wouldn't have worked, since I really suck at lying. Plus, I could name at least five of you that would shout "Called it!" when I ultimately revealed the truth.

 

Wait you are a girl? Prepare to be trolled.

 

Trust me, it would totally have worked. In fact, you probably only have to accidentally make a reference to a post by some other woman, and everyone would become convinced that you were that same woman.

 

That could work. Gross, start digging through the forums for old Yuki quotes and I'm sure in time everyone will think you're her.

 

How can we be sure Yuki is a woman, though?

 

That one is easy. Just read through her posts, compare them to Xiao_Caity's, apply some patented HoL paranoia, and hey presto - Yuki was Xiao_Caity all along! It's so obvious.

 

I trust Yuki because of the honest, open visage of her avatar.

 

Plus, facebook helps to verify identities. Of course, my trust of facebook may be misplaced, as not everyone on the social network is really who they say they are (my aunt calls herself Wingapo Smith), but most people are truthful.

 

How can we be sure that Muro is indeed a male?

 

Isn't his wife a member here? Though, knowing Muro, his wife is just another sock puppet. Insert obvious fisting joke here.

 

Dang. You're too prepared.

 

Impressive, though you sorta set yourself up for that one.

 

Zireael's not my wife yet, though she seemed contented with the rumor about her promotion.

Anyway, we could be lesbians, couldn't we?